"Kill!" Arnold roared.

Heroes raised their heads and prepared for the first wave of impact.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live the light!" I don't know who was the first to shout, and a few voices were slightly faint in the overwhelming screams.

But everyone's hearts were stirring.

It was a hero's dream that belonged to everyone, and reality locked the pace of men and women, but until that moment really came, everyone could laugh loudly, cry heartily, and cry heartily -

In the case that life and death themselves have lost their color, any scruples are only turned into the most sincere feelings to vent, and the heroes of the riders will give their lives for their people, even if it is only a second of shine, but it can become eternal.

Life and death have long been put aside, and then as long as the sword is used to divide a victory or defeat, there is only one thought left in everyone's minds. The huge wave fell head-on, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, but just as they were there, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded behind everyone:

"I, Nishizawa, master the law of frost!"

Nishizawa the Frost Sage descends.

He took a step forward and opened his five fingers to push into the void.

"Endless cold wind!" he roared, and an ice-blue aura spread out in all directions centered around him, but on closer inspection, it was not a brilliance, but a splash of water that had been pushed away.

As soon as the splash approached, the little devil in mid-air was flapping its wings and flying forward one moment, and the next moment it was frozen to pieces by the extremely low cold wind.

It was like a frost dragon's breath, and the whole sky was calm.

"Attack!" Arnold swung his sword forward, roaring and charging. The sword he raised brought an arc of fire in the rain curtain, and when the sword was pressed, the sword pressure alone formed a terrifying wind and wave, sweeping into the dense formation of the little devil.

The first row of little devils who bore the brunt of the attack seemed to have been crushed by a hammer, and the momentum of the forward rush was stunned, and the head and chest cavity were suddenly deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Strangely squished and folded backwards, exploding backwards like a pink mist of minced flesh in a moment.

There was a loud "bang", and the first three rows of little demons in front of Arnold's half-arc turned into a cloud of blood mist. And more of their kind were directly blown away by the sword pressure.

In the following moment, the sword pressure completely exploded, and countless invisible blades exploded in all directions like a storm, and for a while, countless limbs flew into the sky with a continuous scream.

The power of this sword actually made a perfect circle empty within a radius of thirty meters, and at least twenty little demons were turned into minced flesh under this sword, and countless people had their limbs cut off.

The heroes didn't have time to cheer, and immediately rushed forward to occupy the open space, but at the same moment, the whole team was surrounded by the little devil like a vast ocean.

Dozens of small demons swarmed up and completely surrounded a Sky Knight from the Kyle Empire. With their claws and teeth, they grabbed or even bit the knight's arm or shoulder armor, and the knight resisted, reflexively stabbing the throat of the little demon who tried to climb up from the horse behind him, but more of the little devils grabbed his arm at the same time, making his movements more and more difficult. Eventually, the knight had killed three or four imps, and finally one of them lifted his armor and scratched his face with one claw.

The knight let out a terrible scream and fell off his horse. In an instant, he was dragged down by countless hands, and after a scream, he was dismembered by the demons on the spot, and even the poor war horse was torn to pieces.

Arnold saw the little demons clutching the knight's stump, their faces covered in blood and turning towards him. I couldn't help but feel sick in my heart.

But after all, he had been in battle for a long time, and the anger in his heart was far more blazing than the feeling of being so disgusting that he wanted to vomit. The sword flashed, and the three little demons who rushed towards him were suddenly cut into seven or eight pieces of flesh.

The foul-smelling rain of blood melted into the rain curtain and poured on the two of them, and beads of blood and minced flesh fell on him like the most ferocious evil ghost in hell.

But then it was blown open by a wall of intense sighs.

Celine Meredith, after all, is a Holy Order mage.

"Lady Meredith, take care of your own safety and leave me alone. Arnold roared, and the speed increased again!

"I know. ”

"Look over there!" someone screamed.

Arnold looked up and saw several mountain-like beasts in a sea of red that were 'breaking the waves', their tall bodies almost seemed to be made of muscular mounds of flesh, and three huge heads rose and fell with the rush, each revealing a scarlet tongue - these monsters rushed down from the hills not far away, crashed headlong into the dense formation of small demons, and directly knocked those low-level demons into the flesh, and it seemed that they didn't need to think about slowing down at all.

Three-headed dog of hell.

Behind them there are more hellhounds, almost like schools of sharks that merge into the crimson ocean, and the towering backs that emerge from the monsters are their fins that separate the waves.

Arnold's heart tightened, and the demon reacted a little faster than he expected. He suddenly realized that he had underestimated these monsters.

"Stay tight, be careful that they breathe!" Donald, the Hand of Fire, had to be reminded loudly, "Anthony!"

"I understand!"

Nishizawa the Frost Sage is clearing the demons from the sky, and only his disciple Anthony can spare his hands at this time.

The young mage, protected by several knights, held the staff in his left hand and pointed his right hand towards the distance - the magic triangle forward.

"Glacial!" There was a loud bang, and the ice-blue vortex swelled in front of Anthony, and a beam of blue light shot out from the blazing blue center to cut through the darkness and lead a straight line with a slight arc along the horizon.

The beam of light hit the head of a three-headed hellhound, and pierced there, piercing into the cerebellum from the diagonal back, completely freezing the spine and part of the brain, and the other end of the blue light stabbed straight out, and the huge force made the hillock-like demon stand backwards, and the corpse fell far away into a small demon, instantly crushing countless people.

Then the two low-level hellhounds couldn't dodge and were also burned to ashes.

The blue beam of light was unstoppable.

It is worthy of the sixth-order magic of this era.

Anthony turned around and cast another glaciation. This time, the demon learned his lesson and had little effect, killing only one Helldog. It only took two spells to cast the spell, and those huge demon hounds were already approaching everyone.

The first to bear the brunt was Arnold, who rushed to the front.

A three-headed dog of hell slammed into the little demon like crazy and pounced on him, and three bloody maws bit down on his shoulder and head at the same time, and if Arnold slowed down for a moment, it would be the end of his body in a different place.

But unfortunately, before they could open their mouths, Arnold was keenly prostrate, as if Arnold had dodged before the three-headed dog of hell attacked, but at that moment, the monster had already pounced before he could react.

It bit into the air, and Arnold had already burrowed under its head, and the sword flashed and stabbed into the neck of the three-headed dog of Hell.

Unlike the Hellhounds, the Hellhounds themselves have taken a longer time to become the leader of the Hellhounds, and after countless battles, they are far more experienced than their low-level counterparts.

As soon as Arnold got under its belly, it reacted, lowered its head and opened its mouth to spit.

If it's an ordinary warrior, this time it's going to be spit up. It's a pity that it's facing Arnold.

Arnold smacked it in the jaw, and it whimpered, barely spitting back into its stomach. The severe pain made the three-headed dog of hell unable to fight back, and then Arnold took the opportunity to stand up and directly jack the huge thing upward, and at the same time, the sword of the earth in his right hand slashed, directly cutting it off at the waist.